Is It Ok If You Do One Where Yn /Larissa's S/o / Is Always The Brightest And Happiest Person,they May

Is it ok if you do one where yn /Larissa's s/o / is always the brightest and happiest person,they may seem off sometimes but they shrug it off easily

But when left alone they're really depressed and has been thinking about doing it

So in her separate bedroom she was contemplating whether she should do it whilst on a chair with the gvn in her hand and she's like

Head down,gun in faced down,elbows on thighs sitting situation if yk what I mean

And Larissa walks in on her in that situation and panics and helps her and she says it's fine but doesn't open up at all, I'd like it to be angst with alotta fluff too please,

If you can't,totally understand but pls do tell me so that I could request another person and have a great day ❤️

Bottled up

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: mental health issues, suicide attempt

A/n: hope you like this, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! <3

You had been excellent at hiding emotions and how you really felt all your life. With a little practice, it wasn't that hard. Even though you were a grown up person now, you still did it. Not wanting to talk about, rather pushing it away.

But at some point you just can't push it away anymore. It gets too much, and that point was now. You sat on a chair in the guest room, gun in hand, elbows propped onto your knees.

In all honesty, you didn't want to die, you just wished to be happy. But after having tried to be happy for so long, without result, you were tired. Your life was tiring. The only thing keeping you going was Larissa, but for some time now, you felt as if not even she was enough.

You had been sitting there, in that position for at least half an hour now. Just staring at the gun, overthinking everything. How did they make this look so easy on TV? It certainly wasn't.

Just fucking do it, (Y/n). One pull, and it's over. You're free.

Still contemplating, you heard the wooden floor creak. Looking up, you were shocked to meet Larissa's eyes. Concern and panic was written all over her face. She fell to her knees, slowly crawling closer to you. Right in front of you, she stopped. Hands reaching out for you, but not really touching you. Afraid, of what you'll do. Pulling herself together she reaches forward and takes the gun from you, unloading it and throwing it far away. You don't even protest, mouth shut, staring at her, you were still trying to understand what was happening.

"Love, what's wrong?" Larissa's voice was thin, trembling. She was afraid. You weren't sure, you had ever seen her like this before. Scared.

Finally, having found your voice again, you cleared your throat and sat up straight.

"It's fine, dove. I wasn't going to kill myself." You laughed, wanting you shrug the matter off. But Larissa knew you too well, she saw in your eyes that you were lying. A gasp, nearly sob escaped her.

"You did, you wanted to kill yourself." Her whole being trembled now, shaking her head in disbelief. She reached out, to touch your cheek, but you pulled back.

"That's ridiculous." You stood up, turning your back to Larissa. You knew, you'd cave in if she interrogated you further.

Feeling gentle, soft hands on your shoulder, you take a step closer to her. Your back was still turned towards her, but you easily leaned into her touch. She pulled you into a hug, holding you as a sob escaped you. A gut-wrenching sob. Never had you let this out, pushing it back felt much more convenient.

You grabbed her hands, holding onto them for dear life, as she held you and kissed your hair. Crying your heart out, you felt it was good to do that surely you weren't healed now, but it felt freeing.

For quite some time the two of you stood there, tangled up in one another. As your tears ebbed down, Larissa pulled you over to the bed and sat you down across from her. Looking at her, you saw puffy eyes, her cheeks wet from tears. She had cried as well. Silent though, careful to not upset you more.

"Love, please talk to me. You always seemed so happy?" You chuckled sadly, looking down. You couldn't look at her, it'd break you.

"I- I guess I'm good at hiding emotions." Your voice was hoarse, from all the crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't talk to me, if any of this is my fault-" her voice broke, a new tear falling down her cheek. Hastily your head shot up, and you brushed her tears away.

"No, stop that. You, Larissa, were the only thing keeping me alive. If it hadn't been for you, I would be long gone." Larissa's breath hitched, slightly smiling at you. She felt extremely guilty, for not having noticed how you felt.

"I'm glad, you're not gone. Talk to me?" You lightly shook your head, Larissa already opened her mouth to convince you otherwise.

"I will talk to you, but not now. Maybe after a cuddle and a nap, I need to swallow all this first." She nodded, pulling you down to lay beside her. Holding you close to her, her scent and the warmth of her body calmed you. Never would you want to lose this, this feeling of being in her arms. This feeling of heaven on earth.

my personality is lesbian, my existence is extremely lesbian, my lesbianism is as a fluid as a brick, a brick I can hit you with.

If you're taking requests can you do one where larisaa is trying to have a meeting but fem!reader is under her desk making it hard for her? I love your work! If you're not taking requests that's okay!

Little Brat

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, eating out, (semi-public)

A/n: Hope you like it!! <3 Sorry it took so long, had so many requests and school started again, that's why so few fics are coming @dontsayshit-saychickenfuck

Larissa had just finished in the bathroom, as she heard someone knock on her office door. She checked the watch and realised that it was already time for her meeting. As she stepped back into her office, you were gone. Or so she thought, so she went to open the door and greeted her guests.

They sat down in the chairs in front of Larissa's desk, and she rounded the table, wanting to sit down. Just as she pulled the chair away, she saw you sitting under her desk, mischievous grin gracing your lips. She sighed, not being able to tell you off, now that her guests were already present.

She sat down, and you immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to you. She sat on the edge of the chair and voluntarily spread her legs open a bit as she felt you push up her dress. Your hands slowly wandering up her bare thighs. The conversation she was having, felt distant and quiet to you. You ignored it, bathing in her beauty, in her warmth.

As you placed kisses on her thighs, her breath hitched. She tried to hide it with a cough, but it sounded ridiculous. You nearly laughed. You stopped your actions for a moment, listening if someone would say something.

"Principle Weems, are you feeling alright? We can postpone this." You looked up at Larissa and saw her shake her head. She resumed talking about the petition she had made, ignoring the other woman's question.

You wanted to make this really hard for her, she wouldn't easily get out of this. So you stroked over her inner thighs while kissing your way up on the other one. You slid closer to her core, now fully sitting in between her legs.

Her underwear was soaked, you hadn't even touched her yet and she was already desperate for you. You smirked, lightly biting into her flesh. She tensed, not out of discomfort, out of desire.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find a compromise." Her voice was shaky, thinner than usual. If they'd known her well, it would have been unnoticeable that something was wrong. But they didn't, so she seemed normal to them.

Lightly you pulled her underwear down, seeing her shift in the seat to make it easier for you. Placing a mild kiss on her clit, you felt her tremble a little. A moan getting stuck in her throat. So, you tested her a bit. Running your tongue through her wet folds and teasing her entrance with your fingers. She was strong, nothing escaped her. Without warning, you slipped two fingers into her, a desperate moan escaped her. Again she tried covering up with a cough. This try was even more pathetic than the last one.

"Principle, I don't think you're well. Maybe it'd be best if we'd postpone this." Larissa sighed in relief.

"Yes, I suppose so. Thank you for your understanding." With that she grabbed the woman's hand and told her goodbye. She found the way out on her own and the second the door fell close Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but a loud moan escaped instead. You started pumping your fingers into her and your tongue didn't hesitate to start pleasing her.

Larissa gasped for air, surprised by your sudden fast pace. "Oh god, you little brat…" she moaned and shoved you closer to her centre. Her juice spreading all over your chin. She tasted amazing, and you could eat her out all day. Sometimes you even enjoyed it more than being pleased yourself. Seeing her let go and be completely carefree for a moment, made your heart flutter.

You sucked on her clit, reaching up to her breasts with the free hand. Gently you squeezed it, earning another moan from the older woman. You knew she was close, her walls clenched around your fingers and her thighs shut more and more around your face.

"Please, (Y/n)... I'm coming" a guttural, deep moan fell from her lips as she stumbled over the edge. Eagerly you licked up every bit of her juice and slowly pulled your fingers out of her, making her whimper.

"Want a taste?" You held your fingers out to her, and she immediately took them in her mouth, sucking them clean. You stood up and sat down on her lap.

"You little minx. I think I'll have to punish you later." Hungrily she kissed you, and pulled you closer to her.

"It was definitely worth it, love." You winked at her seductive, making Larissa blush slightly before she kissed you again.

I'm not alright, this is way too cute for me. I want a relationship with Larissa Weems so bad! Imagine her hugging you like that😭

A kinda more wholesome Larissa sketch page (if you ignore the blatant thirsting on the right oops) I have this super vivid memory of her having her hair down at some point in the series but after combing the internet I’m guessing I must’ve dreamt it! Very sad at that missed opportunity, but I guess a drawing will have to suffice for now 

Could you do a professor!Larissa weems x student!reader college au where the reader studies English lit at a top university and is a really good student but got disowned by their already not well off family for being queer so due to a lack of stable income and now housing the reader has turned to striping to try to make ends meet. Their teacher Larissa finds them stripping at a club she frequents and pays for a private dance. The reader doesn't realise Larissa is the one who the dance is for and gets really embarrassed and shy because they have feelings for her and they quickly find out the feelings are mutual as Larissa asks why they are stripping and tells them that if she quits strippings she'll take them to her house and fuck them senseless, while paying for their living/tuition essentially becoming her sugar mommy?

Professor Weems

Pairing: professor!Larissa Weems x student!Reader (over 18 ofc.!!)

Word Count: 1253

Warning: strip club, slight NSFW, mention of smut, sugar mommy

A/n: AU!, hope you like this!!! Coukd do a part 2, with smut if you want! <3 @a-random-dead-thing-in-a-grave

You could've described your life as perfect, you had everything you wanted and needed, you were happy and privileged. Until you weren't.

You studied English literature in Oxford, your parents, and you never had the best relationship, but they always supported you financially, and you still lived at home. Having set boundaries and a few rules, living together was actually not too bad.

You loved going to University, especially because you had this amazing Prof. Prof. Weems was her name, she was incredibly intelligent and really fun at the same time. On top of that, she was stunning, making you crush on her fast. You never thought, you'd have a chance with her and were happy admiring from a far. But with time you felt, that it would probably still be appropriate to tell your parents about your sexuality. Quite frankly, you were sick of them asking if you had found a boyfriend already.

After that, it all went downhill. You had never known your parents to be homophobic, but apparently they were. Kicking you out immediately and refusing to pay any further for University. Apart from the fact that you needed to pay a flat now, University of Oxford is damn expensive. So just like that, you weren't privileged at all anymore.

Desperate to make ends meet and pay for your living, you started stripping at this little club close to your flat. You always feared someone you knew would come in, as you couldn't afford to work outside of Oxford.

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It had been a busy evening, the club was packed, and you made quite a lot of money. You hated so many people at ones, but the money was the important thing.

Larissa had come in quite late, the club had ready emptied a little. Walking in and approaching the bar, first thing she saw was you. She immediately recognised you, being one of her best students.

She was surprised to see you here, never had she felt you were in need for this, or that you were up for something like this. Her interest was aroused, so she asked the girl at the bar, if she could book a private dance with you. She hummed as a response and told Larissa to go wait in a separate room after she had paid.

Larissa didn't even bother to take of any clothes, that's not what she wanted out of this. She sat down on a chair, waiting for you to come in.

You were used to doing private dances, just not so late in the evening. Usually no one booked you so close before closing time. But you didn't complain, money was money.

Checking if your outfit sat right, you opened the door. Looking down, you seductively entered. As you looked up, your cheeks immediately reddened, and you covered your face with your hands.

"Prof. Weems, I didn't expect you here." You felt her stand up and approach you. To your surprise she took off her jacket and placed it around you, guiding you over to the bed.

"I could say the same." You knew she sat down next to you, because you felt the mattress dip down. You still couldn't look at her, too embarrassed.

"(Y/n), please look at me." Hesitantly you looked up, seeing nothing but concern and care in her eyes. The judgement you had expected, nowhere to be seen.

"How come you do this?" She gently rubbed your back, making you feel absolutely safe and showing you that you could trust her. It was a pleasant feeling, thinking back at your life, you weren't sure you had felt like this before.

"I-, My parents kicked me out and stopped paying for University, so I need the money. University is fucking expensive." You chuckled through tears, attempting to lighten the mood. Larissa offered you a reassuring smile.

"Can I ask why they kicked you out?" You stiffened, did you really want to tell her? You had only ever told your parents, and that ended well. Afraid of another rejection, another heartbreak. But she seemed accepting, calming, even comforting.

"I'm gay." You whispered, nearly inaudible. Larissa's eyes widened, and at the sight of your tears she pulled you into a hug. Gently stroking over your hair, holding you close. Careful not to touch any bare skin, which you had a lot of at the moment.

"Oh love, I'm sorry that they weren't accepting." You looked up at her, the fear still in your eyes. Larissa immediately understood what you asked. Being reminded of having the same look in her eyes. She slightly laughed, a sound of the heavens escaping her lips.

"Oh no, don't be scared. I'm also gay." Your eyes widened, fast to hide your face in her shoulder. Not wanting her to see your reddened cheeks. Still Larissa knew, you were flustered, and it made her laugh. She thought you were incredibly cute.

Gently she pushed you away, forcing you to look at her. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Let me pay for you. I'll pay your tuition and rent. But, you have to stop stripping." Shock rushed over your face, why would she do that?

"No, I can't ask that of you. Absolutely not."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Willingly." You shook your head at her.

"What do you get out of that?" Larissa smirked, thinking of all the things she could do with you. She leaned forward, mouth next to your ear. Voice deep, not more than a whispered, she answered.

"I'll take you to my house and fuck you senseless, how does that sound? Apart from that, you could keep me some company." You felt yourself shiver, goosebumps gracing your skin. Never would you have thought, she could like you in any way, whatsoever.

"Well," You pushed her back, looking in her eyes, "you don't have to pay me, for me to spend time with you. I'll gladly to that anyway." Larissa smirked knowingly.

"Why, even better. Still I'd like to pay for you. I don't like the idea of you in this establishment." You knew, arguing would get you nowhere. Would it be so bad to accept her offer?

Slowly you leaned forward, cupping her cheek. Looking into her eye for permission, you softly kiss her. "Everyone is going to say your my Sugar Mommy." Larissa smirked against your lips, leaning her forehead against yours.

"Would that be so bad?" You rolled your eyes at her, not able to hide the blush on your face. Slightly you shook your head.

"I suppose not." Her hand slipped to the back of your head, pushing you closer again, your lips meeting hers.

"Grab your things, I'll take you home." She waited for you, still sitting on the bed. You grabbed your bag, deciding not to put on your clothes. Instead, staying in the revealing outfit and her jacket. Entering the room again, you felt her eyes all over you. She smirked mischievously.

"What do you think you're doing?" You approached her. Standing between her legs, you let her wrap an arm around your waist. Her head rested on your chest and without warning you felt light kisses all over your chest, between your breast and on the fabric of your bra. You grabbed her hair, pushing her closer to you. A light whimper escaped you, as you tried to direct her to your nipple.

"I'll destroy you later." She said, smirking against your skin, earning a moan from you.

helloooo

could i request a student larissa x student reader, where reader enjoys smoking weed occasionally, and larissa doesn't mind, but doesn't participate. but one day larissa is especially stressed so she asks reader if they could smoke together, reader is stunned but also likes the idea of finally smoking with larissa. it is her first time so reader teases her about her changing into a bad girl.

if you don't want to write this, that's totally fine!

Bad Girl

Pairing: student!Larissa Weems x student!Reader

Word Count: 327

Warning: Weed

A/n: quite short, but super cute and fun!! Love it, hope you do too anon <3

"Give me some." You jumped slight, startled at the sudden sound of Larissa's voice.

It was already dark, and you stood on the balcony of your room, smoking. Larissa always knew where to find you, and she also knew that you occasionally smoked weed. She didn't care, it was your choice. But she never did it, always just observing you.

So her request did surprise you a bit. But who were you to deny such a pretty girl her wish.

You grabbed a joint from the pocket of your jacket and gave it to her, putting it in her mouth she leaned over to you. Expecting you to light it, with a swift motion you took out your lighter and helped her out.

"So, change of mind or?" You smirked at her, raising an eyebrow expectantly. She huffed at you, blowing some smoke into your face.

"No, but I had a horrible day. Wherever I went I saw Morticia and Gomez, everywhere. And above that Mrs. Bailey had the worst mood. She gave us tons of assignments, and she gave me a D for my presentation." Larissa told you about her day some more, honestly if you wouldn't already smoke, a day like that would indeed be a reasonable starting point.

You pulled her into your side, gently hugging her and giving her some comfort. But fast you remembered how much you hated physical touch and stepped away again. Side eyeing her you smirked, ready to tease her about this at least for the next few weeks.

"What?" She had noticed your mischievous grin, rolling her eyes at your childish behaviour.

"Turning into a bad girl, are you? The well-behaved Larissa Weems, teachers favourite. What would they say, if they saw you now?" Laughing, you poked her side. Making her roll her eyes again, yet she wasn't able to hide the forming grin on her face. She did have a soft spot for you.

"You're unbelievable, (Y/n)!"